February 13 'I've sent 1,300 pieces of footage to police'

 Can you feel it? 

You shouldn't a’ but you did and now they gather to dance on your sod, wet mud springing high, no tears to mix with, just a maypole of joyous revenging, new dawn and Sunday best. Each untruth heavier and sharpened, stab stab  stabbing in your side, taste savoury walnut justice whips. 

You jumped in, after the fire, and we, the avenge seven eight nine times it takes to speak the truth are there on the hill watching you unfold, skidding zigzagging to the desk and the court and the beak.  

We face each other, nod to silver machine as you are wheeled past, down the chute. Past Truth and the whole hole, you fall, after the rabbit, after Alice, after all this, still falling Helter Skeltering down bottom to top.  

Feelings let us down, down, what we thought was seen through fairground mirrors.  

Chute Shoot blows condensation messages on the windows we peer through. 

When you have no one, you have me. 

Signed sealed delivered, I’m yours. 

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